Evander sighed slightly, but more at the complexity of the situation than at Alfred’s response to it, for once. ‘I’m not wise’: at least his brother had some self-awareness. (Evander hoped Alfred wasn’t fishing for him to disagree. Evander was not about to lie about things like that.)
And it wasn’t as though there was anything Evander could do about it, besides.
Nor could he do anything helpful on the matter of the curse, though there he desperately wanted to be of use: he might have made inquiries to find someone else if, as Alfred said, there was any other option at this stage of the investigation. “No, I know,” Evander admitted quietly, “I don’t want that. I just - hope she can keep a clear head about this.” Miss Fisk was only trying to help, too, and meddling more in her affairs would not help matters. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still uneasy about it. He suspected he would have been uneasy no matter who was on the case. And perhaps it was good, then, that at least they could be sure Miss Fisk cared enough to do everything she could?
“And... be careful, I suppose. Please.” In Alfred’s case, Evander didn’t think this went without saying, to stop and think before he did anything, especially when his life was on the line. Evander hadn’t planned on saying anything else, but the simmering feeling of uselessness demanded it, so: “I’m only sorry I can’t help.”
And it wasn’t as though there was anything Evander could do about it, besides.
Nor could he do anything helpful on the matter of the curse, though there he desperately wanted to be of use: he might have made inquiries to find someone else if, as Alfred said, there was any other option at this stage of the investigation. “No, I know,” Evander admitted quietly, “I don’t want that. I just - hope she can keep a clear head about this.” Miss Fisk was only trying to help, too, and meddling more in her affairs would not help matters. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still uneasy about it. He suspected he would have been uneasy no matter who was on the case. And perhaps it was good, then, that at least they could be sure Miss Fisk cared enough to do everything she could?
“And... be careful, I suppose. Please.” In Alfred’s case, Evander didn’t think this went without saying, to stop and think before he did anything, especially when his life was on the line. Evander hadn’t planned on saying anything else, but the simmering feeling of uselessness demanded it, so: “I’m only sorry I can’t help.”
